Semua Bab His Unwanted Witness : Bab 61 - Bab 70

It was still morning when Sophia opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a full glass.Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.Every few seconds, another notification popped up — messages, tags, gossip blogs, and trending posts.The pictures she had posted of Alessandro and Rita were everywhere.News stations were picking it up. Influencers were already talking about it.She scrolled through the comments, her smile growing wider with every word she read.So much for the perfect groom!That Alessandro guy cheated on his wife after one day? Disgusting!Poor Isabella… she deserves better!Sophia laughed out loud. “Oh, this is too good.”She leaned back in her chair and raised her glass. “To sweet revenge,” she said proudly, then drank deeply.The taste of victory was sweeter than the wine.Across the table, Vivienne sat quietly, staring down at her untouched food. Her fingers twisted the napkin on her lap over and over.Sophia noticed and frowned. “Mom, what’s wrong with you? We did it. You

The room was quiet when Alessandro and Valentina walked in.Isabella was lying on the bed, her face turned toward the window. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. The moment Alessandro saw her, something twisted inside his chest.He walked closer and sat by her head, unsure what to say. His hand hovered near hers, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her.She slowly sat up, her eyes meeting his. Neither spoke. The silence felt heavy until Valentina came closer, her voice soft and full of care.“Dear,” Valentina said gently, cupping Isabella’s cheeks. “Why are you crying?”Isabella blinked fast, trying not to cry again. Then, in a small voice, she said, “Because Alessandro cheated on our wedding night. Is that fair, Mom?”Valentina’s lips curved into a small smile, calm and knowing. “That’s what we’re here to talk about, my dear.”Isabella frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”Valentina sat beside her and reached into her purse. “Alessandro didn’t cheat, Isabella. You’ve be

Steam rolled out from the bathroom door as Isabella stepped out, her skin warm and her hair still damp. She wore a soft white robe and walked toward the dressing table. The phone on her bed kept buzzing, showing more news alerts about Alessandro’s so-called cheating scandal.She looked at the screen and sighed.“Enough of this,” she said quietly.She sat on the edge of the bed, opened the gallery, and found the long video Valentina gave her — the one that showed Rita confessing everything Sophia made her do. Alessandro had already told her the video was real, and now she was ready to use it.Her fingers moved fast. She clicked “upload” on her social account, the same one Sophia had used to spread her lies. She wrote a short caption before posting it: “This is the truth. My husband was framed. Sophia planned everything.”She pressed “post.”For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the screen lit up with notifications. Likes, comments, shares all flooding in at once. Within minutes, t

Evening came slow and warm. The sun was almost gone, leaving a soft orange light in the sky. Isabella sat beside Alessandro in the car as they drove through the city. She kept looking out the window, her mind far away.“Are you sure you want to go there today?” Alessandro asked.She nodded. “Yes. I need to talk to Sophia. After everything that happened, I can’t just ignore her.”He glanced at her for a second before looking back at the road. “Fine, but don’t stay long. You still need to rest.”“I will,” she said softly.When they reached the Sinclair house, Isabella stepped out. Alessandro stayed in the car. “I’ll wait here,” he said. “Call me if you need anything.”Isabella nodded and walked up the short path to the door. The house looked quiet, almost too quiet. She rang the bell.After a moment, Vivienne opened the door. She looked surprised. “Isabella? You’re here.”“Yes,” Isabella said with a polite smile. “Can I come in?”Vivienne moved aside quickly. “Of course, dear. Please.”

The next morning came quiet. Sunlight slipped into the Sinclair house, bright but calm. The smell of breakfast filled the air — eggs, toast, and coffee. Everything looked normal, but the air felt strange.Sophia sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched plate. Her eyes were blank. She hadn’t slept all night. The message on her phone kept flashing in her mind — your countdown begins today.Vivienne walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Sophia,” she said softly, “you haven’t eaten a bite. What’s wrong?”Sophia blinked, forcing a small smile. “Nothing, Mom. I’m fine.”Vivienne frowned. “You don’t look fine. You look pale. Are you sick?”Sophia shook her head. “I’m just tired.”“Did you even sleep?” Vivienne asked.Sophia looked down at her plate. “A little.”Vivienne sighed and sat across from her. “You’ve been acting strange since you came back last night. If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”Sophia forced a laugh. “Mom, you worry too much. I sai